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... his hands resting behind his back as his steps followed a tranquil, almost contemplative rhythm. The morning breeze rustled between the buildings, carrying with it the sounds of hammers, voices, and life—something that simply hadn’t existed in that place just a few months ago.
It was hard to imagine that this same city had been reduced to ashes.
A few months before, everything there was nothing but destruction. The streets were covered in rubble, the walls partially collapsed, a ...
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